Confessions

Kodank Moment said:

If I could do it, it wouldn't be a threat. However, lacking the firepower to kill 150 armed people is what deters me.

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If you have spare time, and access to Home Depot, and a couple small local mom-n-pop hardware stores... You could nick 'em all for a lot less than your fines. You only HAVE TO kill one of them... Then, they gather up, better than idiots running to a secondary explosion.

Not that I'd ever condone that (legal disclaimer!)

minnesmoker said:

If you have spare time, and access to Home Depot, and a couple small local mom-n-pop hardware stores... You could nick 'em all for a lot less than your fines. You only HAVE TO kill one of them... Then, they gather up, better than idiots running to a secondary explosion.

Not that I'd ever condone that (legal disclaimer!)

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You don't have to condone it. I am condoning all over it myself.

When asked by the US Marshal that finally arrested me:

"Dude, why'd you go fugitive, and how did you stay hidden in plain site for so long."

I responded with humor and humility:

"It was cold up there, I had to go, I don't do cold. And, because I'm smarter than you guys. You caught me when I let you catch me."

minnesmoker said:

If you have spare time, and access to Home Depot, and a couple small local mom-n-pop hardware stores... You could nick 'em all for a lot less than your fines. You only HAVE TO kill one of them... Then, they gather up, better than idiots running to a secondary explosion.

Not that I'd ever condone that (legal disclaimer!)

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NTS: Never piss off minnesmoker

wrong thread.....but still


*shivers*

One of my best friends went underground.
He called & said he had gotten into trouble & that for my safety I'd never hear from him again.

Vinelink.com is some amazing stuff for finding incarcerated folks.
He gave himself up for various reasons that I'm not gonna talk about, but he was able to do it for 6 years.

Now I send him letters, books & commissary.

It's rough being a fugitive.

No more friends -- the old ones. No more life -- the old one. New hobbies, new habits, new tastes. Otherwise, you're drawing a big map to your location. I said goodbye privately to everyone. Plan was Bolivia or Chavez's Venezuela. And then I met the boss lady. She didn't know that I was a fugitive. (She found out my real name during the federal raid.)

The feds get very personal, and very devious when they look for you. They WILL try any and everything to flush you out, they'll demonize you to everyone you knew. The worse they can make you look, the more they think that they'll flush you out. Unless you're looking at more than 10 years, there's no reason to abscond. You can get more time for that, too.

I throw my AA batteries in the trash.

My AAA's too.

Seriously though guys don't tell anybody.

minnesmoker said:

If you have spare time, and access to Home Depot, and a couple small local mom-n-pop hardware stores... You could nick 'em all for a lot less than your fines. You only HAVE TO kill one of them... Then, they gather up, better than idiots running to a secondary explosion.

Not that I'd ever condone that (legal disclaimer!)

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Yes but just sayin', if you piss them off when they finally serve the warrant they do it with extreme prejudice.

I'm all done being a bad boy...

I'll just take my mushies, pot, dmt, mescaline, and live my life happily.

I lived in the system from when I was 14, until a month before my sign-up date here. Not always inside -- only put in 8 behind bars/in prison. But I did the rest on parole, probation, as a fugitive, or under psychiatric supervision (back when I was a juvenile.) I've gotta' learn how to live like the rest of society. In the system, all decisions have the potential to be life/death (brushing your teeth, for instance. Say your homey started some shit with an OG from another set, or worse just your cellmate, you walk into the bathroom (where there aren't any cameras) and a couple little up-comers are on a mission. That's YOUR ass.) I remember living before I was behind bars. I was actually pretty damn happy, and well adjusted (given that shit I told you about.) I smoked pot every morning, afternoon, and night. I drank shroom coffee every morning, and shroom tea every afternoon. I was an A student in a catholic school. I was 12.

And, for everyone that thinks that those shooters slipping through are an anomaly -- I was granted a waiver, under the Bush Administration, and given a clearance. I was on parole. Those shooters with clearance aren't an anomaly, they're a pretty routine thing.

why did you drink shroom tea/coffee every day?

CCCmints said:

why did you drink shroom tea/coffee every day?

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Because it worked. It helped with confusion, boredom, and constant anger. Not trip doses (not after the build-up.) I "self medicated." I learned about it by reading constantly, and then chance meeting some dead heads while I was blazing. in a park in St. Paul. (over by the caves.) Now, I'm beginning to understand the how, before I just cared about the what.

I think that some hallucinogenic substances (such as psilocin (4-OH-dimethyltryptamine) and mescaline (3,4,5-trimethoxyphenethylamine)) are some of the most powerful anti-psychotic, and anti-dementia products available. The way they interact with the brain, at sub-hallucination, but psychoactive doses is nothing short of a miracle.

I drink my coffee and tea, with mushies in it, every day again. If I run out, it's ok, the migraines and seizures don't kick in for 3 - 4 days. I'll make extract eventually, I'm not certain about the safety of consuming full mushrooms (even shredded up and in capsules) 2 times daily. I've gotta be set up for it first, and that means waiting until I move again, and then finding a new mushie supplier until I can grow my own. In the spring, when I can find cactus again, I'll be buying up San Pedros, and extracting Mescaline, also.

my confession for the day.. ive been good.

Stolen but funny:
My job is so fucking unbelievable. I’ll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:
First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.
The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I’m not sure she even showers, much less shaves her “womanly” parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat.
But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I’m sure after work. He probably hasn’t been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he’s only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960′s, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it’s trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single fucking day.
Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit

You had me hook line and sinker all the way to the last sentence.
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In 4th grade I dropped our class pet Buttercup (guinea pig) and it broke one of its legs so I blamed it on the only other person in the room and the teacher believed me. She wasn't pissed or anything but kids would go up to the person I blamed and give him shit, ask him why he thought pigs could fly.

They fly great. They suck at landing.

Well, Christ, we have to know what happened to Buttercup

BarnBuster said:

Well, Christ, we have to know what happened to Buttercup

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Buttercup lived through the year, after 4th grade my class switched to a different school for middle school. My teacher had a splint put on Buttercup, I remember thinking wtf I had no idea you could do that for a guinea pig hahah. Point is she was fine. I really liked Buttercup, I felt really awful. She made a squeaking noise when she hit the ground that I kind of replayed in my head for weeks after it happened when I would look at it, which was unfortunate because my desk was pretty close to the glass tank she was chilling in. It's not like I disliked the person I ended up blaming it on, she was a nice girl, very pretty. I just remember thinking oh fuck I cannot take the fall for this right now so I devised a plan to not be the guy that dropped out class pet.

My first day off in a couple weeks is today.. I had some extensive planns set up for last night, knowing I could afford a hangover today... Anddd I fell asleep on the couch after taking a shower around 8. Dropped the ball hard. My confession is that I'm telling to myself that it was okay to do that, while I desperately try to reconnect with the girl I blew off.. Think I'm getting old :/

Indagrow said:

My first day off in a couple weeks is today.. I had some extensive planns set up for last night, knowing I could afford a hangover today... Anddd I fell asleep on the couch after taking a shower around 8. Dropped the ball hard. My confession is that I'm telling to myself that it was okay to do that, while I desperately try to reconnect with the girl I blew off.. Think I'm getting old :/

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I just turned (older -- actual number tmi), I need your dad's phone number. You are too old Oh gawd my kiddo called me last night and whinged about the same and he's got 12 years on ya! LOL